over and over and

this place is not mine this place where my mind is kept it pushes me through the walls and windows of other places where minds are kept over and over I do the same thing again over and over I do the same thing again I open doors and run inside houses that aren’t mine I… Continue reading over and over and

Cut.

Everything is foggy. Why am I so. Foggy. There is a cut just under the knuckle of my left thumb and I don’t know when it got there or how but it has been there at least the last few days and it is not like it is bleeding or there is a scab just… Continue reading Cut.